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The moment Lin Feng's mental energy penetrated into it, the world before his eyes changed.

It was an endless, dark purple ocean.

The sea was churning, each wave carrying visible purple arcs of lightning, crackling and popping.

The mental pressure at the level of a Martial Emperor transformed into this sea.

Lin Feng's spiritual body stood on the sea surface, with a thin layer of golden light beneath his feet.

The light membrane was violently shaken by the impact of the waves and could shatter at any moment.

The first wave crashed in.

A gigantic purple wave, enveloped in arcs of lightning, crashed down upon us.

Lin Feng's first layer of mental defense was torn to shreds the moment it hit the wave.

Golden sparks exploded, spreading across the dark purple sea surface.

The second wave followed immediately.

Higher, more powerful.

The second layer of defense lasted less than half a second before exploding in the middle, shattering into a shower of golden dust.

The aftershock struck Lin Feng's mental body, causing a tearing, piercing pain in his mind.

In reality, his body swayed suddenly, and blood gushed from his nose again, flowing down his chin.

But he didn't move his foot.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, he stood in the gap before the arrival of the third wave and retrieved the core steps of the beast taming technique.

A spiritual imprint.

The contract patterns need to be engraved in the deepest part of this sea of ​​consciousness.

To put it bluntly, it's like forcibly writing on someone else's turf.

Meanwhile, the owner of the territory is driving him away with towering waves.

The third wave is coming.

This one was larger than the previous two. A wall of water nearly a hundred meters high pressed down, with a dark purple energy ball condensed on the crest of the wave, spinning extremely fast and leaving a long trail.

Lin Feng did not use his shield to block anymore.

The power of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts erupted fully in the spiritual body.

The light from his golden vertical pupils surged from his eyes, condensing and expanding above his sea of ​​consciousness.

A golden sun hung directly above this dark purple ocean.

The light shone down.

The golden light pressed down on the sea surface, shrinking the giant wave by tens of meters.

The energy cluster on the crest of the wave was scorched by the golden light, emitting a piercing hissing sound, and its volume shrank by half.

The waves still crashed over.

But the force was no longer sufficient.

Lin Feng's spiritual power transformed into a golden plane, lying across him.

The waves crashed against it, shattering into a sky full of purple mist.

It's been suppressed.

The effect of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts was brought to its limit on the battlefield of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The golden sun forcefully suppressed the frequency of the entire dark purple ocean's fluctuations.

The surging of the waves also slowed down.

Lin Feng did not stop.

He took a step forward.

A golden membrane stretched out beneath our feet, paving a path across the sea.

One step, two steps, three steps.

With each step taken, the golden sunlight overhead seemed to dip a little lower into the sea.

The dark purple waves were pressed lower and lower, becoming slower and slower.

When you reach the tenth step.

It exploded beneath the sea.

A huge shadow burst forth from the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Its body tore through the purple seawater, sending waves soaring skyward.

The shadow was several times larger than the real Nether Dragon, and the entire phantom was formed from pure dark purple spiritual energy.

Every single scale was glowing.

It opened its mouth.

It took a bite out of Lin Feng's spiritual body.

The dragon's mouth was over ten meters in diameter, and it spewed forth under mental pressure.

In this sea of ​​consciousness, it is the absolute king.

Lin Feng's spiritual power coalesced into a shield, which he held in front of him.

The dragon's mouth closed.

The shield shattered.

Golden fragments flew everywhere, and Lin Feng's spiritual body was pushed backward hundreds of steps by the biting shockwave.

The second bite followed closely behind.

Faster speed, more challenging angles.

They'll come up from below and swallow him whole.

Lin Feng slammed his foot down on the light membrane.

He did not back down.

His spiritual power erupted from his entire body and condensed into threads.

Countless golden threads exploded from his spiritual body, shooting out in all directions.

The first batch of silk threads wrapped around the dragon's jaw.

The dragon's mouth was pulled, slowing its closing speed by half a beat.

The second batch of silk threads wrapped around the dragon's neck.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The more it's wrapped, the tighter it gets.

Jiao Ying was enraged.

A roar burst from its throat, its body writhed wildly, and its spiritual power surged out from the gaps in its scales, trying to burn the golden threads.

Dozens of threads broke.

But more threads were added to make up for it.

Lin Feng's mental energy was being depleted at an alarming rate.

With the amplification of his sixth-grade mental power and the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts, he reached the output intensity of a seventh-grade, but maintaining this intensity for every second was depleting his mental strength foundation.

In reality, the veins on his forehead stretched from both sides all the way to the center.

Blood was streaming from his nose all over his face, and blood was also seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Bleeding from all seven orifices.

But his hands were very steady.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, golden threads had already completely bound the dragon's shadow.

The dragon's head was pulled down and pressed down, its body bound so that it could not stretch out.

The phantom was still struggling, but the amplitude of its movements was getting smaller and smaller each time.

The silk thread was wrapped tighter and tighter.

The purple light gradually dimmed under the pressure of the golden threads.

The phantom's eyes were still glaring, the anger in its vertical pupils undiminished.

But its body could no longer move.

enough.

Lin Feng's spiritual body took a step forward.

He reached the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness, where the seawater beneath his feet had been completely flattened by the golden light.

The seabed surface was revealed, a dark purple crystalline substance so smooth that it reflected one's image.

The contract markings will be engraved here.

Lin Feng raised his hand, condensing an extremely fine wisp of golden mental energy.

He began to write.

The first stroke.

Golden lines were etched into the surface of the dark purple crystals, making a hissing sound.

A wisp of purple smoke rose from the surface of the crystal, as if in resistance.

Each stroke requires an enormous amount of mental energy.

In reality, Lin Feng's body began to tremble.

This is a physiological reaction caused by excessive mental exertion.

His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, his knees bent twice, and he forced them straight again.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom emitted its final cry.

Its consciousness is waning.

Lin Feng's hands did not stop.

The fifth stroke, the sixth stroke.

The shape of the contract pattern became increasingly clear.

A circular pattern with six layers of patterns nested in the center, each layer corresponding to a mental chain recorded in the beast taming secrets.

The seventh stroke.

The blood from his nose dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle.

The eighth stroke.

The ninth stroke.

The last stroke.

Lin Feng drew a heavy line on the surface of the crystal with his index finger.

The golden patterns closed up.

The moment the entire contract pattern closed, its light surged.

Golden light burst forth from the center of the pattern, spreading in all directions.

The dark purple sea was covered with golden light, and the waves calmed down.

The golden threads wrapped around the phantom merged into its scales, transforming into golden patterns on the scales.

It stopped struggling.

The anger in those dark purple vertical pupils gradually subsided.

What remains in the end is obedience.

It is an obedience etched into the soul, an obedience that cannot be defied.

Golden light filled the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and the purple completely faded away.

Everything returned to calm.

Lin Feng's spiritual body stood in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness and took a couple of breaths.

We held on.

When consciousness withdraws from the spiritual sea of ​​the Nether Dragon.

The scene before my eyes shifted from a dark purple ocean back to a pitch-black cave.

His body swayed slightly, and he knelt on one knee.

His nose was bleeding profusely, and his collar was completely soaked.

The system panel's notification sound rang in my mind.

[Ding! Contract successful!]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining a Martial Emperor-level exotic beast: Ancient Nether Dragon!]

[The Nether Serpent's current condition: Severely injured and weak. Treatment is recommended as soon as possible.]